Rain | Poetry

It looked like glitter

the misty, fine rain that danced
around
and
around

us.

twirling, performing 

for the grey streets.

q u i c k l y

I wore a new coat 

made from

a thousand sparkles 

that had the same 

bitter edge

as the tequila the night before.

it was then 

I wished for things to never

change.